His words echoed in my mind as I looked for a place to hide. I was in deep trouble. The deal had gone well until someone accused me of being a cop. Guns came out. I ran like hell—bullets flying around me. I stumbled and dropped my weapon but kept running. The sound of gunfire echoed in the alleyway, and all I could hear was my heavy breathing and my heart racing.
Keeping in the shadows, I managed to find a weapon of sorts—a long steel pipe. The only problem was that I had to get much closer than I wanted to use it. The glare of headlights blinded me as they worked their way down the alley towards me. The large dumpster I was behind wouldn’t hide me for long. They spotted me and closed in. Braced up against a brick wall and a steel trash bin, I prepared to fight for my life.
I was on a sting operation to capture the criminal boss who paid off dirty cops. Backup hadn’t responded when the shooting started, but I wasn’t surprised. I was quite unpopular in the department after I had turned in several officers for being on the take and planned to testify against them next week. So, they set me up to die in the “line of duty.”
Four men confronted me, one with a crowbar, the others with guns point at me. The man whacked the crowbar across his palm. He sneered. “I told you this ends now. You’re mine.”
“Actually, you’re mine.” I grinned at the surprised look on his face as the lights flooded the alley and FBI agents appeared from the shadows. I took a step toward him. “Yep, this definitely ends now.”